chacantsleep

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content]

"From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?"

After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to another area. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant.

Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that special forces.

He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however—

"It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed."

He already had this suspicion for a long time.

'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?'

And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization?

(ps ; I won't give warning for adult scenes iykwim, I will give warning if there's sensitive content)

[BL] EGOTISTIC

At the sound of his name spoken in a neutral tone, Suga halted mid-step on the small staircase. Zion was already standing at the entrance, waiting for him—something Suga hadn't expected. Gale, who had been following behind him, took this as his cue to excuse himself since he had no reason to enter the mansion.

Zion's eyes, which had been fixed on Suga's face, slowly drifted downward. His brows furrowed at the sight of the dirt-stained fabric on Suga's shorts. Without hesitation, he stepped closer, crouched slightly, and patted the remaining dust off with a gentle motion.

Watching him, Suga swallowed down the chuckle rising in his throat. Yeah, they really are siblings, huh? From the ones he'd met so far—William, Tara earlier, and now Zion—all of them seemed naturally inclined toward physical touch.

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